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My leather paddles keep my husband humble.

Because I am proud of her and want others to validate that

Because I enjoy knowing that other men find my wife attractive

Because she has interest in improving her body and appearance as she dresses for other men, feeling sexy and desired

Because I want to bring out the sexy and confident woman in hiding

Because it’s all about her pleasure

Because I enjoy viewing her as the free independent spirit that she truly is

Because I like not having to be in charge all the time, to give up control, to be in a sense dominated and still be loved and accepted by the one that we love the most. All without the guilt or judgment that would normally come with it.

Because it brings out her naughty side

Because I want her to experience as much variety and pleasure as possible

Because she has a much higher sex drive than I do and it fills her sexual needs

Because I want my wife to have the most fun and the most powerful orgasms she can have

Because I get off watching her kiss another man

Because I want to see a larger cock in her

Because watching the love of my life being passionately fucked by another man is the most beautiful and erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

The way her whole being responds to his touch and thrusts, the look of complete surrender in her eyes is the most gorgeous thing I have ever witnessed.

She comes back a new woman; I must fuck her again to call her mine and reclaim her

Because it makes the sex better between the two of us

I am not sure why

The motivation, and the experience have really morphed for us over the years. It started with Hubby having an intense, horny desire to share me. I thought it was probably a bad idea, but never put my foot down and firmly said no. He launched a several-year persuasion campaign with lots of role play and a really earnest effort to address every concern I had, and kept at it until he overcame my resistance.

After I finally did the deed after maybe three years of inducement and cajoling, he began putting a great deal of time, energy, creativity and passion into creating additional opportunities for me. These were very sporadic because we live in a small town, and had kids at home. Several times I went more than a year between sexual encounters with other men. I think the limited opportunities (and even less frequent actual fucking) kept his fire burning really hot.

It took a LONG time, like fifteen years, for me to finally settle into a sexy confidence, stop thinking of extramarital sex as anomalous, and really embrace that this is who we are, and it’s what we like to do.

Along the way, we discovered a lot of things that we did not know awaited us we began this journey.

#1 Sharing a deep, dark secret that we have to keep from family and close friends is a bonding experience like no other. I get asked about the theoretical loss of intimacy with my husband, and I have to say, “No, it’s exactly the opposite.” We are SO close to each other because the details of our lifestyle shut everyone else out.

#2 I feel so incredibly appreciated. My husband makes me feel like a Goddess. He calls me that a lot. He loves to kneel before me, and kiss my feet and anklet. He is very worshipful and enjoys literally begging me to have sex with other men. Beyond that, he goes out of his way to do more than his share of chores. He surprises me with random gifts.

#3 He really likes feeling cuckolded - he likes for people to know his wife has sex with other men. We’ve developed a set of party friends who live in different places that we see a few times a year. It would be wrong to say they’re not close friends. They’ve become that, over the years. But they’re a different set of friends from the ones who are involved in our day-to-day lives that we keep everything a secret from. And that’s the perfect balance. It doesn’t impact our business, or our standing in our community, but he gets the thrill of people we know getting to watch me make out with other guys, suck dicks in hot tubs, and things like that.

We had lunch on our friends' deck, enjoying the relatively warm weather. It was relaxing, and enjoyable. We took the plates into their kitchen, and our two friends surrounded me. Kissing me. My husband watched as they took turns pressing their lips to mine and cupping each breast, with his hand lowering to feel my very wet pussy beneath my sun dress, sans panties.

We all walked up, silent but deliberately, to their bedroom, my husband trailing a little behind. We came to their bed and they gently put me down, her kissing me the whole time and me holding her tightly. My legs spread and hiked my dress up, desperate to feel something between them. Eventually my husband's best friend relieved my desire, placing his tongue to my very wet spot. Her tongue in my mouth, her husband's on my clit. I was in heaven.

Eventually he removed his clothing and placed his cock at my entrance. I stopped kissing her long enough to see my husband, naked and holding onto his cock, watching intensely. I gasped as he pushed in, and I resumed my embrace of my friend. She smiled as she saw the feelings that her husband was giving me. He put my legs above his shoulders, with his wife swapping between kissing me and kissing him.

My husband had come to the side of the bed, spread her legs, and thrust into her. I saw her eyes, her happiness at being filled. He rammed into her swiftly, and came inside her with a loud moan, a moan that I've heard in our own bedroom for decades. Then his best friend and I came together, with him kissing his wife as I stared wantonly at my husband.

Her and I lay on the bed, with him laying, exhausted, behind her as we played with our bodies. I felt her wetness: my own husband's cum dripping out of her. It just felt right. We weren't nervous, weren't ashamed, it was like this was how we should be.

After a while her husband laid down between us, him facing me and licking my nipples to full hardness. I wanted him again, and I climbed on top, teasing his erection at the entrance to my pussy. I began to ride him, wanting him to feel just how much I desired his cock and his body. I love feeling how he wants me, even as his pretty wife stares at us fucking.

I was pushed forward, and I felt my husband behind us. Then I felt his hard and well-lubricated cock against my asshole. I stopped moving as I felt him guide himself in. I've never been penetrated by two dicks simultaneously, and it was overwhelming. My husband has fucked me as I had a plug in my ass, but this was different: no matter how I moved, one of them would go deeper into me. They held still as I came. And I came HARD. Harder than I've ever cum: I lost my eyesight and even the ability to control myself. It may have been the most incredible experience of my life.

My long, uncontrolled orgasm made our friend cum inside me, his second load in me of the day. I felt my husband pull out of my ass - his long dick feeling so good pulling out - and I opened my eyes just in time to see him insert his cock into my friend's ass. She had bent over next to the bed by us and presented her butt for mounting. And mount her my husband did. I know she likes anal more so than me, so I watched her eyes as my husband pushed in and out of her asshole. I was half on top of her husband, lightly playing with his balls, as he watched my husband fuck his wife. My husband let out a loud grunt, and hammered into her as deeply as he could, filling her rectum with his cum. She collapsed onto her husband, me on one side of him and her on the other.

There's something about being driven by my husband to a cheap motel in order to be fucked by an enormous cock. And that's exactly what I did Friday night.

We checked in: first floor room with a door to the parking lot. We left the curtains open, with the thin shade the only thing from seeing right in. It helped with the lighting, so my husband could more easily see what would be happening to me. I changed into skimpy lingerie: red, not my best color, but it was new and I needed to take it for a "spin." See how much it enticed a lover to ride me harder.

My husband let him in: taller than I expected, but true to his pictures. I wanted to hurry to see the REST of his pictures were accurate, but we sat down on the bed together to chat and ease into things. My husband eased into the chair at the table.

We started kissing as I noticed people walking by. They'd get a treat if they stopped to watch, but they didn't. He laid me down, and proceeded to go down on me. It felt so good, but I didn't cum. He disrobed, and I got my first sight of the largest dick I've ever seen in real life. Probably 3 or 4 inches longer than anything I've seen, and about the size of my wrist. He was semi-hard, so I figured it would get bigger.

And it did: in my mouth. It was a good size, and choked me despite having most of his cock not in my mouth. I went down as deep as I could, putting my hand on it… and my second hand behind it on his shaft. My eyes were tearing, but he persisted in keeping it in me. Choking harder, he relented, slobber all over his upper shaft.

He picked me up, and tossed me on my back on the bed. He was going in missionary, on the bed sideways… a perfect view for my husband of what was about to be stuck in his wife. But he teased for a while, moving his head up and down and he put his weight on me, his tongue finding mine in my mouth. He stuck it in, just the head and maybe an inch. It hurt, but not as much as I thought: he was apparently acquainted with getting a woman ready to take his full erection.

He went in, and I never felt so full. He was probably halfway in, but I orgasmed. He held it there as I came hard, my moan increasing as I felt how my pussy couldn't contract on such a thick piece of flesh. He started up again when my writhing subsided, putting maybe another couple inches in, and began some decent thrusts in and out. I came again, less than 30 seconds from my previous one. We went like this: some fucking, my orgasm, some more fucking, another orgasm. I think I took it all, but didn't feel his balls on me. Had to ask my husband later (apparently it was pretty much in).

He came into what had to be directly in my cervix. I came right away, hard. His pulses coupled with my contractions was doubling the pleasure I had. It was good: really good. When he pulled out, I had several more contractions with how long it took to slowly pull out.

He went to wash up, and my husband came to reclaim me. He didn't go down on me, preferring to feel how I had been stretched out with the other, massive penis. Yes, I could "feel" my husband, but he said it definitely was different: looser, maybe less "tight" or less able to grip his cock. The guy came out of the bathroom, said he had to leave earlier than planned, and got his things. Disappointing, but, as I was getting impaled by my love, I didn't complain as much. He left, opening the door to the world as my husband was still fucking me.

My husband came in me, and I felt fulfilled. We laid together for a while, realizing that we were in some seedy motel in Tacoma, having had an enormous penis open me up so good I still felt wrecked. We probably won't call upon Mr. Footlong's services again - he was a little too cocky, deprecating to us both, and sure of himself for our liking - but I truly did enjoy what a dick of that size and girth could do to me.

We left, maybe 3 hours after checking in. I didn't go to check out with him, but my husband enjoyed the confusion and then realization from the front desk that we'd just come to the motel for a quick, random fuck.

I had never thought about it before my wife returned full of her bull’s cum, and then I had an overpowering urge to get between her legs and lick it all up.